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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Feb 1, 2009 20:20:28 GMT -5
it was remarkable how quickly chelsi began to feel comfortable with this boy. normally, it took her at least an hour or so to get even remotely comfortable with someone, let alone kid around with them like she was with gavin. it was okay, though; she didn't feel weird at how rushed this friendship was at all. she listened to him go on about why he didn't take her toaster from her, and she gave him a slight smile. "you're so kind." she said. "not many people would let me keep my toaster." when he mentioned taking her spatula, too, she made her eyes go wide with mock horror. "my spatula, too!? oh no! then i definitely won't make any bad moves."
she knew that, by most people's standards, she acted a lot like a child; her brother never missed a chance to tease her about how people probably thought she was twelve. she definitely knew when it was time to be serious, but most of the time she considered it much more fun to act younger. to children, the world was a playground, and she missed thinking that way. maybe that was why she was so cheerful and innocent all the time... "good. maybe, if you don't mention this to anyone, i'll let you rule the world with me." she shuddered when he said something else about needles. "i hate them; i always have. when i was little it used to take a few doctors to hold me down every time i had to get a shot."
she looked at him intently as he spoke, and took a quick sip of her drink before responding. "but i like my crayons and toaster! i don't want you to take them away!" she exclaimed, allowing herself to smile at him. that was one of the things she disliked most about herself; she was extremely self-conscious. she didn't like saying anything that people might get offended over, and she hated talking to people if she thought they were going to make fun of her. most of the time she played it off like she didn't care, but she did, mostly because she didn't want to hurt someone else's feelings, and she didn't know what offended people and what didn't. "i think immune to being offended is better. that's a good thing, isn't it?"
nodding quickly when he asked her if she really wanted him to sing, she smiled in triumph when he agreed. "oh, i don't expect you to sing here." she said quickly. "of course not. you can't give a free show to all these people, and i'm pretty sure a lot of them won't pay." she teased, and smiled. "in that case, i definitely won't tell; i want to keep my toaster, after all! i'll even pinky promise if it makes you feel better." she extended her arm across the table and stuck out her pinky to him for extra effect. sure, it was childish, but in her mind, the only way a promise was a promise was if it was a pinky promise.
he asked her if she had any hidden talents, and she thought about it. she danced, but he knew that, and it wasn't exactly a 'hidden skill'. she wasn't exactly the most adventurous out there; she'd rather stick to things that she knew she did well rather than going out there and trying random things for fun. she didn't sing or draw or act or anything, so she shrugged. "not really... in fact, i'll let you in on a little secret." she leaned across the table, closer to him, and whispered. "i'm actually a pretty boring person."
word count! :: 638!
music! :: 'la la land' by demi lovato!
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Post by » gavin barker on Feb 5, 2009 16:19:07 GMT -5
hearing her say that he was kind, he laughed. "i think you might be the first person who's told me that and meant it." he stopped for a second. "you do mean that, right?" he grinned at her; it wasn't too often he got told that he was so kind. well, told he was so kind, and meant. "well...yeah, i guess i'm pretty damn kind if i'm letting you keep something as awesome as a toaster." he chuckled before hearing her respond to his spatula jibe. "good. consider yourself warned." he pretended to glare darkly at her, but he knew she'd probalby be able tos ee that he was kidding; a small smirk was forming on his face.
he looked down at her as she said that. "hm....now, see, that is tempting..." he pretended to think about it. "allr ight. i won't mention it. now, take my to your lair." he smirked down at her. when he was younger he always had dreams of controlling the world. only because he'd watch so many cartoons, and the bad guys that wanted to take over the world had their own huge lairs. and he'd always wanted his own lair like that. he thought those were the coolest things in the world. he looked down at her as she talked; that pulled him out of his thoughts. "damn. see, i'd have my grandfather staring down at me till i shut up and put up with it. i wasn't that afraid that i needed doctors to hold me down." he was personally glad; if they tried to, he probably would've kicked them. he didn't like people touching him when he was younger.
he chuckled slightly as she begged him not to take her crayons. "well.....since you asked so nicely, i'll let you keep your crayons this time." he grinned at her. this was turning out to be interesting. not many people could normally keep a conversation with him. so he thought he was doing very well for managing to keep him interested in a covnersation. course, the fact that she was pretty damn cute was probably being a very strong influence... he looked up at her as he heard her say something about being immune to offended. "ah. yes, yes it is. that way when people say offensive shit you can just laugh and move on in life."
he laughed as she spoke. "you think i'd really sing here? haha." he laughed at that thought; he'd probably be an ass about it make everyone pay him ten bucks to sing or something. course, he'd probably get whacked with a can by the multiple old folk that were there. hearing her, he nodded, but before hc ould say anything, he saw her sticking her pinky out at him. he looked down at it for a minute before chuckling, extending his own hand. his own pinky seemed so much bigger compared to hers. "you make me feel like a giant." he pouted at her, pretending to be sad about it, but he grinned. he took her pinky in his and shook on it, trying not to laugh.
he watched her thinking about her 'hidden talents', and he couldn't help but laugh slightly. he really had no hidden talents. he was just being goofy. but he still looked at her. hearing her, say she'd let him in on a little secret, he raised his eyebrow. he watched her lean forward, and he followed suit, their heads almost inches apart. hearing her say that she was a pretty boring person, he raised his eyebrow, but he didn't move his head back. instead, he whispered like she had. "you wanna know what i think of that secret?" he pretended to look around, as if making sure that no body was eavesdropping on their conversation. he turned back to her, a sly grin on his face. "i think that's a lie."
Word Count : 652
Tag : chelsii
music : 7 nation army by the white stripes
misc : sorry it took so long! my muse was almost dead. D:
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Feb 6, 2009 18:01:32 GMT -5
hearing him say she was the first one to really call him kind, she raised an eyebrow. that couldn't be true; he must have heard that before, even if it was sarcastic. she grinned at his question. "of course!" she exclaimed. "it takes a genuinely kind person to let me keep my toaster like you've agreed to do." she smiled at him again when he continued with the toaster/spatula charade. "that's exactly what i'm saying! not everyone would give up such a good opportunity to get my precious toaster." she nodded at him when he spoke again. "oh, i do. you'll never catch me doing something to jepordize my toaster or spatula."
she grinned again when he told her he wouldn't speak of her "pointed teeth". she had to let out a laugh when he told her to "take him to her lair". it reminded her of when she was little, when the triplets were just babies, and she and her brother used to sit on the living room floor and watch batman movies over and over. she was sort of a tomboy at that age; she was always trying to keep up and be accepted by her twin brother. she shuddered again as she remembered all the times that they needed the doctors and nurses to hold her down for shots; neither of her parents ever seemed to be able to calm her. "ugh, i see. the intimidation card. no one could calm me down when there was a needle ready to be stuck into my arm."
"see!? you really are kind!" she said, smiling again when he told her he'd let her keep her crayons. it seemed as if the entire conversation was full of sarcasm and acting like children, and she didn't have a problem with that at all. the boy she was talking to had a lot to do with it. even if she'd never really met him before this point, she couldn't deny that he was really cute. she shook away those thoughts, though; there was no way he thought that about her, and she didn't want to ruin what could be a really good friendship. "that sounds like the best way to handle things." she agreed, nodding.
she shrugged when he asked if she thought he'd sing there. "you never know. a lot of musicians tend to have their little "gigs" in coffee shops, so maybe you'd give everyone a free show." she blushed yet again when he held his own pinky out to her, and laughed at the difference in size. he probably thought she was such a child, sticking out a tiny pinky in order to make a promise real. she shrugged, attempting to shake off her embarassment. "i am a legal midget." she said. it was true; anyone under 5 feet was considered a legal midget, and she didn't hit the five foot line. she never cared, even if it was funny to see the extreme difference in their pinky size.
she heard him laugh, and she knew right then that he thought she was lying. it was true, though; she didn't do anything fun. she wasn't one of those types of people who did something totally unstereotypical. pretty much the only thing she did was dance, 24/7. she went to move her head back so she wasn't leaning over the table anymore, but he whispered, so she kept her head where it was. she raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, but didn't say anything. she let out a soft giggle at the answer. "well, then, you're bound to be disappointed once you get to know me and discover i'm not a liar."
word count! :: 633!
music! :: 'hear you me' by jimmy eat world!
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Post by » gavin barker on Feb 7, 2009 11:27:48 GMT -5
hearing her say of course, he raised an eyebrow. hearing her reasoning, he laughed. "yes, cause no one in their right mind would want to pass up the opportunity to take a girl's toaster and spatula in the same day." he smirked at her. this was turning out to be quite interesting, in his mind. he was really starting to like this girl, bet or not. hearing her, he laughed. "i'll get you missy. just wait. one day you'll screw up, and i'll be right behind you saying 'gimme your toaster and spatula!'" he grinned at her, taking a sip of his now cooled down drink.
hearing her, he frowned at her. "that must suck. you must be squimish." he tried to see that, a little chelsi, being held down by three doctors to get a shot. that was interesting... "yeah, my grandfather had quite a glare when it came to that. so i just kind manned up and took the shot." he grinned as though he were the survivor of some war. he made it sound like he'd done some great deed to save the earth, not get a shot. hm...caffeine made him weird.
he let out a laugh as he said he was kind again. "okay, okay, i'm kind. jeez, you act like not everybody will be nice and let you keep those precious crayons." he grinned at her. he wasn't normally one to joke around like this. but he was enjoying it. today he was pretty laid back and relaxed, which was probably the only reason he was acting like this. because he knew that he rarely joked around and goofed off like this with just anybody. he was pretty closed up like that. he looked at her as she said that, and he shrugged. "it works pretty well."
hearing her, he laughed. "uhm, no. unless i'm getting paid, i'm not going public with my singing." he smirked at her. he really wouldn't unless he could make a profit. well, he could just get a job...but he was a lazyass. he didn't ever feel like doing that. he looked at her as she said she was a legal midget. grinning, he spoke. "so if i rub your head, so i get good luck? oh wait...is that for a leprechaun?" he grinned at her. he'd heard that before, but he couldn't remember what that was for. he just hoped he didn't offend her; for some reason he was now starting to mind what he said. jeez, what was wrong with him today....
seeing her raise her eyebrow before he talked, he smirked at her, waiting to speak his 'secret'. hearing her, he laughed quietly, his head still near hers. "see, i think that is a lie. you seem pretty interesting and fun right now." he moved his head back slowly so that he could take a sip of his drink; and, sitting like that made his back hurt. "so, i say you are a liar, because i say you are fun. and i'm always right, so i win." he grinned at her at his stupid logic. he was just too egotistical at times, but he let that be his comedic side.
Word Count : 534
Tag : chelsii
music : shalemess by all time low
misc : not the best, i'm sorryy
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Feb 12, 2009 15:32:41 GMT -5
she smiled when she heard him laugh. "my point exactly!" she said. again she heard him speak, and she smiled. "i'd better watch my back, then." she said. "i don't think i'd have many people willing to look out for me with you after my toaster." she let out a small laugh of her own. "you know, i'm getting to the point where i don't even remember how this whole toaster-spatula conversation came about. i must have short-term memory loss or something." usually, things like that annoyed her; why keep a conversation going if you didn't even remember the point of it anymore? now, though, she was entertained, and it didn't matter.
she nodded when he said she must be squimish. "i guess so. or just a dramatic, scared little girl." she shrugged; either one could work. she wasn't usually the dramatic type; little things never really upset her much. pain was one thing she could not take lightly, though. even the thought of getting hurt made her shudder. her absolute worst fear was being injured so badly that she couldn't dance again, and that fear made her squirm away from pain of any sort, even something as small as the prick of a shot. she smiled and nodded again. "i'd probably take the shot without complaint, too, if my grandfather'd glared at me. but he was too soft to even raise his voice; he's that kind of a guy."
"that's exactly it, though!" she exclaimed, getting back into the joking-and-sarcasm mode again. "my crayons have been stolen previously. this whole crayon-keeping thing is a new experience for me." she remembered coming home on more than one ocassion to find her crayon box missing, or half of the crayon tips broken off. it was something you came to expect when you had brothers, especially twin brothers.
shrugging, she took yet another sip of her drink. it was cooler now; cool enough to drink without worrying about burning your tongue. "well, you never know. maybe you're one of those types of people who enjoys putting on free shows." she teased, smiling. she let out a laugh when he asked about rubbing her head. "i'm pretty sure that's a leprechaun. in fact, i'm not even sure that it is a leprechaun, but it's definitely not a midget. but you're welcome to try if you'd like to." she'd never heard of rubbing a leprechaun's head for luck; the only thing she knew about those mythical creatures were that they were small, dressed in green, and usually had a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
rolling her eyes, she shook her head as he accused her of lying. "well, i'm sorry if i'm decieving you at the moment." she said. she'd never really thought of herself as interesting or fun, the way he put it, especially not by the standards of most of the people at the school she went to. most of them thought of 'interesting' and 'fun' as something at a party; a drinking game or some other stupid thing that she wouldn't be caught dead doing. a lot of people thought she was weird for not getting into the party scene, and it was surprising to hear the opposite. she smiled and rolled her eyes again. "fine. i guess the standard for 'fun' has gone down significantly if i'm included in it."
word count! :: 589!
music! :: 'sieze the day' by avenged sevenfold!
misc! :: blah, suckish. i'm sorry this took so long! i've had a really busy weird week.
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Post by » gavin barker on Feb 15, 2009 20:40:51 GMT -5
hearing her, he laughed. “yeah, cause no one would want to mess with me when i'm on a mission to get a toaster.” he smirked down at her. hearing her, he laughed. “oh, you don't? well.....” he stopped, trying to think “uhm...hm....yeah, i don't either.” he was pretty entertained at that moment; he couldn't care less how that stupid conversation got started. that was a pretty rare thing; if a conversation was stupid enough that they couldn't even remember how it started, he would've walked away by now. he couldn't help but start to wonder, did this have anything to do with the fact that he was actually starting to like this girl. he shook that thought out of his head. he couldn't be starting to like her. that would be totally...not him.
hearing her, he shrugged. “you don't seem dramatic and scared. i think just squeamish. you haven't done anything to make me think you're dramatic and crazy yet.” he grinned at her as he too a sip of his now cold drink. frowning, he held up a finger, telling her to wait. he stood up carefully, going towards the trash can and throwing out his drink. he wasn't able to drink anything if it was cold. he would end up throwing it out, even if it was a waste of four bucks. hearing her talk as he came back to the table, he laughed. “haha. well, i was little back then. whenever anyone glared it scared me. now i just take it if they tell me i'll die without it.” not really; even then he would be afraid to get a shot.
hearing her, he laughed. “am i really the only one in the world nice enough to let you keep your crayons? you make me seem nicer than i really am.” he grinned at her. he found that funny. the acting that was going on was making him smile, really. it was interesting. the girl was bringing out his crazy side. maybe because she reminded him of a little girl in some ways, and in other ways a hot girl. he looked at her; no, not hot. cute. an adorable girl. snap out of it, barker. what the hell's gotten into you? he wasn't supposed to actually feel something for this girl; that wasn't ever a part of the plan.
he laughed. “nahh. unless i get paid, i'm not giving out free services.” he thought that sounded really wrong, but maybe that was to him. he was the type of boy that could get anything perverted out of the simplest of statements. it was just his way of doing thing. he looked at her as she said she was certain it was aleprechaun. hearing her, he laughed. “nah. i'm not gonna try. i'd rather not get hit.” he grinned a lopsided grin at her. he knew that she wouldn't really hit him; she just wasn't the type to do that. hearing her say sorry, he raised an eyebrow. hearing her, he laughed. “nahh, you just went up. how many people can get me laughing by just talking? usually that works if they fall or something like that. so in my book, you're entertaining.” he smirked at her. he definitely had to admit she was pretty fun. not normal fun like he would think, but a fun in a different way.
Word Count : 572
Tag : chelsii
music : without you by clique girlz
misc : sorry it took so long! my gavin mused needed to be revived
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Feb 16, 2009 12:53:54 GMT -5
she laughed again; this conversation seemed to be filled with a lot of that. "well, i hear toasters are worth a pretty penny on ebay these days." she said. it wasn't true; they probably weren't much at all, considering you could just walk to a store and get one. still, it seemed like a funny thing to say at the time. she let out another small laugh when she realized that she wasn't the only one who couldn't remember how that conversation had started. it was entertaining, and she could deny that she was having a good time, even with such pointless conversation.
shrugging, she took another sip of her drink. "well, maybe it's one of those things that you grow out of as you get older. believe it or not, i used to be quite the little drama queen." she said, nodding. that was true, unlike the whole 'toaster-ebay' thing. she was one of those little ones who craved attention and went to any means to get it. many of her family's home videos consisted of a little two-year-old chelsi singing disney songs or running around on her tip-toes claiming she was a ballerina. "and the key word in that sentence is 'yet'. you never know, i might be a crazy diva who sends you running for your life."
she looked at him with a puzzled experession as he got up and walked over to the trash can. when he came back and sat at the table after throwing out his drink, she looked at him, still confused. "you finished that already? you're a fast drinker." she looked down at her own drink, and she still had at least half of it left. she shrugged, and smiled back at him. "well, maybe you're nicer than you give yourself credit for!" she said.
she heard what he said, and she looked down at her drink again. even she couldn't deny that it sounded really weird when he put it that way, but she wasn't going to say anything. she started the whole 'free show' thing anyway, so it was, in theory, her fault. she took another sip of the drink in front of her. she laughed at him. "i wouldn't hit you!" she exclaimed. even if someone was really bothering her, she would never go so far as to physically hit someone. she shrugged when he said that she 'just went up'. "well, maybe i'm "cooler" than i thought. see, you're nicer than you thought and i'm cooler than i thought. we both learned something new today!"
word count! :: 427!
music! :: 'whisper something fragile' by the cab!
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Post by » gavin barker on Feb 16, 2009 13:37:19 GMT -5
hearing her, he rolled his eyes. “pshh, yeah. who wouldn't pay that much for a toaster?” course, you could buy one from your local Walmart or something. but either way, it didn't matter. the only thing that did matter was that they were both entertained by this. well, at least he was. he wasn't sure about her, but hey, if he was entertained, it had to be a good conversation. he usually didn't like pointless conversations like this, but with this girl it was quite fun, dare he even think that word.
he honestly could not imagine her being a little drama queen. “i really do doubt that, unless you have proof. but seeing you know, it seems highly doubtful.” he shrugged; who knew how the hell she was when she was like, seven? well, probably her family, but he didn't care much. all he saw was how she was now, and right now, she was a pretty damn cheerful person, and that was good. he looked up at her as she continued. hearing her, he laughed. “i doubt that. i'm made of tougher stuff than that, sweetheart.” he smirked at her.
hearing her question as he sat down, he grinned. “nah. it got cold to the point where i couldn't drink it. i'm pretty picky like that.” he shrugged; he was. ever since he was little, he couldn't drink anything that was too cold. cold coffee? sucked. cold hot chocolate? who the hell would drink that? it's supposed to be HOT chocolate, for god's sake! so course, he was a pretty picky person when it came to things like that. that was probably something that annoyed his grandmother to no end. hearing her, he laughed. “ maybe, maybe not. it all depends on who you ask.” that was very true. he had a lot of people that didn't like him, and he couldn't give a damn. if they didn't like him, big whoop. he wouldn't like them anyways.
seeing her look down, he figured that she figured something weird sounding about that, and he smirked to himself. he was often saying things that could sound perverted without meaning it to sound perverted in the first place. it was quite funny. he did it often without even realizing it until the other person looked awkward or said something. hearing her say she wouldn't hit him, he laughed. “you wait. one day you're just gonna smack me. well, i dunno if it'll be an accident or on purpose, but either way, you'd hit me. i'm betting on it.” he grinned at her. he knew he'd lose that bet; she didn't seem like the type of person to hit anybody. even when she was really mad. she'd probably just give a person the silent treatment or something. that was something he couldn't do. hearing her as she continued, he looked up at her. he couldn't help but laugh at her logic. “hell yeah! you're supposed to learn something new everyday. no one said it had to be about life in general.” he grinned at her. most of the time when he'd been told that, it usually meant a lesson for his ways of being a jackass. never was it about someone's personality.
Word Count : 546
Tag : chelsii
music : make up by escape the fate
misc : huh...that turned out decent!
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Feb 17, 2009 13:57:53 GMT -5
she shrugged, smiling. "i don't know! i mean, everyone needs a toaster. you never know just how far some people will go to get one." she shook her head at her own silliness. it was really rare for her to be joking the way she was. not to say that she was a complete work-a-holic, because she wasn't. still, she never really took time for herself, to just go and get coffee and chat and joke with someone. you couldn't be dancing and working all the time, and it was kind of nice to take a break from it all.
she took a sip of her drink and set it down quickly so she could answer it. "oh, i do have proof." she said, nodding at him. "you should just see my parents home videos; they're full of my little shows and attempts at getting attention. especially after my little sisters were born.. i think i was about three at that time. it's actually really funny to watch." she laughed, remembering some of the things that those videos were filled with. she was the type of little girl that would make her parents put up bed sheets as a curtain and do little performances in the backyard, just waiting for the applause at the end. how she went from that to the girl she was now was a complete mystery, even to her.
raising her eyebrow at him, she shrugged. "you haven't seen my diva-three year old self in action." she said, pointing a finger at him. "maybe it'll be just too much for you to handle; you never know." she smiled. she was absolutely certain that she wasn't as bad as she was making herself out to be years ago; she was just a little girl who didn't have a care in the world trying to make sure everyone saw when she did something good. and she was also certain that any "diva" traits she still posessed weren't so bad as to make him run away, but still.
"oh" she said, nodding to show she understood. she took another sip of her own drink; it didn't seem to have cooled down that much. maybe his drink cooled faster than hers had? or maybe he was just picky in the extreme. whatever the answer was, she wasn't sure. still, she didn't want him to have to sit there with a drink and watch her. "well, do you want to go somewhere else, then?" she asked, looking at him. "i'd feel guilty making you just sit there and watch me drink." she heard what else he said. "if you ask me, i'd say you're a very nice person." she said.
shaking her head, she looked at him when he said that she was going to smack him some day. "i would never do that!" she exclaimed playfully. "not even on accident." never would she resort to violence in any way, shape, or form. she just wasn't that kind of person. she knew that everything could be settled with words and talking; she wouldn't even hit someone playfully, without meaning. she smiled and nodded at his next sentence.
word count! :: 552!
music! :: 'happiness is a warm gun' from across the universe!
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Post by » gavin barker on Feb 22, 2009 13:11:28 GMT -5
hearing her, he laughed. “yeah, you got those desperate folks that'll steal anyone's toaster nowadays. it's awful; it should be a crime now.” he laughed at the mere thought of that. it was actually funny; not really the toaster thing, though that was also true. but the fact that he was goofing around with this girl. it was quite a rare thing. he wasn't always joking around with anyone, unless he knew them very well, like zac for example. but this girl was getting really close to being as close as zac was to him. that was quite a scary thing, and a good thing at the same time.
he tried to picture the picture she was describing, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud at the comparison between that chelsi and the one sitting right in front of him. they were just two totally different people. this chelsi wasn't at all the type to crave the attention; unless he just hadn't seen that side of her yet. which was very likely, but from what he was seeing, that wasn't the case. “hm...so what's your parents' number? i mean, oh, that's interesting.” he laughed slightly; he would love to see it.
hearing her say that her diva three year old self was too much to handle, he put a hand to his heart, pretending to look shocked. “me, not being able to handle a diva? what kind of man do you think i am if i can't handle that?” but he felt the corners of his mouth turn up, so he knew his charade was ruined. so he just laughed. “i bet it's not that bad. maybe you're just a bit crazy in those days.” he grinned at her. he was having fun with this conversation.
he looked at her as she said oh. hearing her question, he shook his head. “nahh. i'm just weird like that. don't feel bad or whatever. it's cool.” he grinned at her. he really was; if something cooled down even a few degrees, he wouldn't be able to drink it and would throw it out, whether it was almost done or almost full. he was just so weird like that. he had his tendencies, and that was one of his biggest tendencies. and an easy way that he lost money.
hearing her, he thought about it. she really didn't seem like the type that would hit anybody, purpose or accidental or whatever. she was just too much of...well, he didn't know. she looked childlike, but she was major in many ways. probably way more mature than him. in fact...very mature than him. that was the thing. it was interesting. he was type that everyone typically expected not to take anything seriously, despite his jackass nature. so this girl seeming more mature than him? it made him laugh. “okay. fine. you won't hit me. but you'll do something. you just wait.” he didn't know what it meant, but it sounded all right.
Word Count : 504
Tag : chelsii
music : beautiful by christina aguilera ( oldies FTW! )
misc : ehh. sucks. i'm sorryy D:
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Feb 24, 2009 17:37:45 GMT -5
tilting her head a bit, she looked at him. "well, if it's stealing a toaster, isn't it a crime anyway?" she asked teasingly. even if she wouldn't dare say anything that she thought would even remotely offend someone or make them feel bad, teasing was something she did often. growing up with a older brother(if only a minute or so older), you had to learn to take things like that, and fight back with it. and it wasn't like anyone was going to get super upset over teasing, especially if it was someone like gavin.
she laughed when he asked for her parents number. the many times that she herself had watched the home movies her parents had at home, she laughed each time. even she could see the extreme difference between little chelsi and chelsi at seventeen. then again, what person really stays exactly the same as they were when they were a toddler? so it wasn't exactly odd.... just a bit unusual to see. "oh, i'm sure they'd love to show you." she said, grinning at him. "every family event, birthday party, whatever, the tapes come out."
shrugging, she smiled at him again. "oh, i'm not doubting your manly-ness. i'm sure you're quite the manly man." she let out a bit of a giggle. she was sure it wasn't too hard to handle the child she was; after all, her parents did it. she laughed again, and nodded. "definitely. i mean, everyone has their crazy stage, right? mine was just a little earlier than usual."
still, she felt bad that she was sitting there, drinking her drink contentedly, while he had nothing. she knew that if she wasn't there, he definitely wouldn't just be sitting there by himself without a drink, and she felt bad about that. it would be different if she was done with her drink as well, and they both just sat there talking about things; people did that all the time. even though he said it was okay, she took one big sip of her drink, and got up. heading towards the nearest trash can, she threw her own drink away. it was really the only thing she could think of to do that wouldn't make her feel bad. she walked back and sat across from him, and grinned wordlessly.
she made a face at him, and shook her head. "the worst i'd ever do is yell at you." she said. even that was a long shot; she rarely ever raised her voice even the slightest bit. she didn't see the point; it just made people feel bad, it didn't get anything accomplished, and you ended up with a sore throat the next day. and who in their right mind wanted something like that? still, it was nice that he seemed to know enough about her to at least know that she wouldn't hit him. it was something that could be picked up by only this conversation, but at least he was paying attention.
word count! :: 517!
music! :: 'love story' by taylor swift!
misc! :: blah! ick. sorry
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Post by » gavin barker on Feb 27, 2009 23:57:46 GMT -5
he looked at her as she talked. thinking about what she said, he had to laugh. “hm..it might be. haha. who knows? maybe in the future they might make stealing toasters legal. it's those damn microwave ovens that they have to watch out for.” he grinned at her. he was actually quite amused with how this conversation was going. usually, it was only zac he could have this kind of weird non-logical conversation with. but it seemed easy to talk to chelsi for some reason. probably because of how she had this innocent aura about her. he wasn't sure, but he was kind of glad for it.
he glanced up as she talked, and he laughed. “hm...let's go see these videos. i'm ready to laugh. i mean, uh....yeah, laugh.” he grinned at her. he really probably would laugh, even if she had been only about three or four in the video. he was just a weird guy like that. he could always be entertained by stupid things like that. but he was also entertained when people hurt themselves....he was cruel, yes. he'd be the first to admit it; he was cruel.
hearing her, he laughed as she giggled. “good. 'cause i am a 'manly man', as you say.” he rolled his eyes at how that sounded, but he didn't care. he glanced out the window as he saw a dog that was being walked by his owner sniffing the window. he made a face at it, wondering if it would react. the owner did; he seemed to glare at gavin, but his dog pulled him away before he could say or do anything. he chuckled before hearing her. “oh, of course. i think i'm going through mine right now.” he grinned, pointing at the dog as though the face he made was an example.
he raised an eyebrow when she stood up. what was she doing? but he rolled his eyes, shaking his head as she tossed her own drink away. as she sat back down across from him, he chuckled. “you seriously just tossed yours away?” if it had been reversed, he doubted he would have tossed his away. he wouldn't have really cared if the other person was envious that he still had his drink of not. but he didn't comment any further on that topic. he felt he'd say something pretty damn stupid if he did.
hearing her, he pretended to go wide-eyed, his hand covering his heart. “no, not yell!” he sounded as though that were the worst thing she could do to him, and it was funny, really. she really didn't seem like the type to do anything violent or mean towards anybody, whether she liked them or hated them, whether it was on accident or on purpose. that's just how she was, and it was quite interesting. she was definitely a unique little thing. a very cute, unique little thing. he was getting to know her pretty well too. maybe he'd be able to get to know her even better later on...
Word Count : 514
Tag : chelsii
music : don't trust me by 3OH!3
misc : kinda sucks, but it's good at the same time. XD
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Mar 1, 2009 14:05:16 GMT -5
she smiled at him as he spoke. it wasn't too often that she'd joke around with someone this way so soon after meeting them, and she was almost positive that it was the same for gavin. it was rare that she allowed herself a day off, a day to relax and goof off like she was doing now, and it seemed to be going well. at least she was having a good time. it seemed as though he was as comfortable with her as she was with him, and that was a good thing. "well, if people keep doing it, then they can't exactly keep it illegal for much longer, can they?"
laughing again when he told her they should go see the videos, she shrugged. "i don't mind too much when people see them." she said. "i was little; it's not like it matters too much how i acted back then. you're welcome to see them, if you want." she stopped then, and allowed herself to smile. "too bad my family lives in michigan." she shrugged. it was true; her immediate family lived back in michigan with her grandfather, and, if she remembered correctly, her home videos were in a cabnet below the television in the family room.
she saw him roll his eyes and laugh a bit, and she couldn't stop herself from blushing. it wasn't really that she was embarrassed(okay, maybe a little, but not enough to make her blush), but hearing him repeat it was funny and a bit awkward all at the same time. she followed his gaze out the window and listened to him, and laughed a bit uneasily as the owner of the dog glared at gavin through the window. "i guess some people don't like others making faces at their dogs?" she said, laughing a bit more.
out of the corner of her eye she saw him give her a weird look as she got up and headed towards the trash. she could understand why; it wasn't like many people would randomly get up and throw away their almost full drink just because the other person had finished theirs. it was just the way she was, though; she felt rude sitting there drinking something when he wasn't, especially because he had been the one to pay for it. when she walked back and he questioned her, she nodded, and dug her hand into her pocket to pull out a five dollar bill. "yep." she said, and handed the money across the table. "and since i so rudely wasted your money, i think it's only fair that i pay you back."
she smirked at him when he made his eyes go wide. "oh, yes; yell. be very afraid." she tried to keep up the charade for a while, but it wasn't long before she felt the smile play across her face. it was no secret that she wasn't exactly the most violent of people in the world. in fact, she'd rather be punished herself than punish someone else. still, it wasn't beneath her to yell, even if it was a lot quieter than most yells.
word count! :: 522!
music! :: 'starstrukkk' by 3OH!3!
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